Chris was a really sweet, caring guy. He’s 18 and has always been sober, never even drinking or doing any drugs at parties. He says he likes to be in control of his body, that’s why he stays sober. He’s scared to lose control of himself. But, like I said he was sober. That is until he started hanging out with the wrong group of boys at school. A group of guys that do heavy drugs and drink, all the time.

He went out with them so much. They obviously weren’t his group of people but, there he was. When they drank and did drugs, of course he didn’t want to be left out so, he did it too. As his best friend, it scared you. Seeing someone you love and care for so much going down the wrong path.

This specific night he’d gone out skating with his friends and they brought ‘weed’ brownies —or so he thought—. Chris was the youngest person in their friend group so the liked to prank him. But, their pranks weren’t funny.

Chris ate a brownie, thinking he’d just be doing weed. But, no. They put heroine in the brownies. It wasn’t funny, not at all. Chris felt so dizzy and tired, he knew something was wrong so, he called you.

His voice sounded so drowsy as he spoke, barely even making sense. “Come pick me up.. please. M’fucked up.”